A man comes to a psychiatrist in behalf of his brother who suffers the affliction of believing he is a chicken, and behaving accordingly.
“It’s terrible to see, Doctor. The way he goes around clucking and scratching. The family is going through hell with this. What can you do? Can psychiatry help my brother?”
The doctor responds that certainly it can. “Even in advanced delusions like this, therapy can often bring the patient back to reality,” the doctor assures him. “I am willing to work with your brother, to do whatever it takes. It will be a long haul, though.”
Assuming that the man is encouraged, the psychiatrist consults his agenda. “When can you bring your brother in for the first session?” he asks.
Suddenly the man furrows his brow. “Sorry, Doc. I’d like to, but I can’t do that. I really can’t. We need the eggs.”
let it go 